This is for my real niggas out there





When I was younger
I thought the rap game was for me
Be creative and use words to explain what I see
I’d get a chance to express take off some stress
And if I got good I could lift my mom from this mess
Hip hop became my world
The only thing that mattered
Have a bad day
Listen to Illmatic, and Blueprint with some Marshall Mathers
Open up the source
Wish that I was the unsigned hype
Wanted it so bad didn’t even close my eyes to dream at night
But shit went crazy
And artist started to change
And most became the same
Like I was playing the same tape
I could count the great mc's on one hand
Ones retired another’s from Queens Bridge
The other two no one buys and that’s same sad shit
But how’s a fan suppose to except this
Plus it’s getting worse
Hip hops got real problems
When everyone buys 50
And downloads Common
At least their listen'
But most are hip-hop heads
But where we gonna turn
When hip-hop is dead?



So I guess I’ll stick to this page as my stage
It’ll be harder for you to discriminate
Or hate what I say
If I stick between these lines
Never to record my words to a tape
You can never act with haste
Or say I changed in any way
If I refuse to become a star
Then you can't buy my cd
Give me an ego
Say things like hey look at me
I’ll just write with a pen
Never recite my words to a friend
Never let someone tell me I could be big
Cause I’ve seen it happen
How a man becomes a hit
Believes his own hype
And starts to flip
Goes from poet to lonely
Genius to phony
Counting all his money
Till there ain't nothing left
I’ll never choose that road
Cause I’m satisfied
By my mind
Long as my words
Happen to end up in rhyme
If I can flow in my head
And keep it to self
I won’t need a fair weather fan club
To establish my wealth
So I'll keep my words
But never add beats
Keep 'em for my fam
But never for the streets
It’s to bad but
This is what I gotta do
‘Cause I won’t let rap change me
Like it did all of you